[First Verse:]  My homie called me in the morning from a hospital bed  He got holes in his body from a glock full of lead  He said, three motherfuckers that his lady knows  Tried to jack his ass for his 84's  Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie lays up  He got sprayed up, cuz he wouldn't raise  Caught three of the seven of the shots that rang  Them folks sayin' that he'd never walk the same  It sounds like a job for the uzi gat  And where the fuck did your bitch say these fools be at?  For a real long time, we been the best of friends  And I'll be damned if a nigga don't get revenge  I feel anger, that I'm no stranger to  Bustin' slugs in they guts just a thang to do  Why they pray for you, come and spray they crew  Got love for my homies, I thought you knew?  He said "Los don't sweat it, let this shit alone,"  but with these punk motherfuckers I must pick a bone  Now will it be the cranium or the chest plate?  Necks break back, snap, put him in checkmate  Lead take me to vengeance, send this  Ripping through tendons I end this  Because you bleed inside and it hurts to cough  I can't take no advice I gots to break them off    [Chorus:]  Cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,  What my friends, would do for me,  You muthafuckas gotta beg,  Y'all askin' for action,  Eat a fuckin' K,  I'm blastin' some asses  Cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,  What my friends, would do for me,  You muthafuckas gotta beg,  Y'all askin' for action,  Eat a fuckin' K,  I'm blastin' some asses    [Second Verse:]  My niggas check me, I'm thinkin' of a master plan  I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them fuckin' bastards ran  I'm steady missin' all my homies that done bit the dust  Got revenge cuz them bitches wasn't shit to us  Now what the fuck can I accomplish?  And when I'm dead, will I find myself on God's list?  Every night I give, thanks I wouldn't die today  Turnin' cane into crack and my mic away  We dealin' cuz we feelin' that the, pay's right  Hopin' Mama never see me at my, grave site  No daylight, play night cautiously  Could be death, or my freedom what it's costin' me  Lost in dear life my wife be that Mary Jane  And my streets got me strollin' blueberry Lane  Very same song sung in the South  From the mouth of a hustler, never have I trusted a  Trick or a hoe or a dope fiend either  Cuz they smoke like a beaver buildin' dams on the river  Live a, life of a "G' til' the d - a - y  Hittin' switches on the freeway high  Don't reply cuz me don't give a fuck  What you hoes got to say about me Hillwood funk    [Chorus]    [Third Verse:]  Stop short in your tracks  Gats got the place surrounded  Sounded two warning shots, fuck on up and you'll be grounded  Pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve gauges  Now her face is too straight in the fuckin' dog cages  Pages of my book, turn like the wind blows  On the paper of a crook, muthafuck them hoes  Hittin' flows as a hustler, rose as a "G"  Saves his flows to big 8, now he scores half a ki  Some say in his head he got insanity inside  But all it really be is mathematically inclined  Look behind, you might find others takin' over  Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in baking soda  Baby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK  With my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK  Tenderoni phony fraud motherfuckers  Best to get out the game, 'fore you die motherfuckers  Bustas trust us, but us hustlas trust no one  You can sure run with no gun  That be a nigga slow guns  So roll one of them sweets  Chug-a-lug on the eightball  And see where this motherfuckin life is gonna take y'all  And haters might fall    [Chorus]